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O Life, dear Life, in this fair house
Long since did I, it seems to me,
In some mysterious doleful way
Fall out of love with thee.
For, Life, thou art become a ghost,
A memory of days gone by,
A poo...
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Bliss Carman was one of the Canadian Confederation poets--those born in the early 1860s, of whom Carman, Charles G. D. Roberts, Archibald Lampman, and Duncan Campbell Scott are the acknowledged leader...
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Sam Tanenhaus, editor of The New York Times Book Review, steps out from behind the arras to play a nuanced round of connect-the-dots in his New Republic essay, “The End of the Jour...
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In the 15 years during which I more or less regularly conducted a column for this newspaper, I can’t recall presuming to address issues of foreign policy more than once or twice. I suppose th...
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In New York, the way we live now, to relinquish or be denied one’s boldface identity, whether in the form of a column mention or a byline, is to incur invisibility or social death (which amou...
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Behind the Arras
(William) Bliss Carman
Our Critic\'d5s Tip Sheet On Current Reading: Week of July 16th, 2007
